Daily Republican., 1887-05-13


quite skillully, and old Frisk is
jewel. lie is learning the art of duel
> ing and diving as well as we, and e,
, ercises excellent judgment in choice {
methods. observe, as l OCCASIONAL
mt my head for a momentary surye
!, of the situation.
He is half hidden from view an h
slips through the icy angle, whic
every other second clutches at m
iieecy hood, and rattles down about u
In a copious shower.
! "Well, | declared" comments Ar
thur. ''I've heard great deal abou
JUS raining pitchlorks tines down, bu
l never believed there was anythin.
IN 1t before" And he makes des
perate plunge after some of the stray
Cling tines, which go slipping dowr
his back.
Let me add here, for the benefit O
pleasure seekers, that If you want ,
lively game of 'hide and coop" will
colony Of icicles, don't fail TO pro
vide yourself with collar which is O
llt,le too large. 1t will add very much
to the interest of the play.
Whoa up! whoa-up! It's no use,
sis! Here, you take the reins. / may
as well stay outl The shafts get
caught every other minute. and here
Is fence that weasel couldn't crawl
through without leaving his skin be-
hind him. Now. if only had that
ak! lla, ha! wouldn't / look pretty,
hacking away at all this with an ak.
There, drive on, while l hold it on one
side; there!''
"Gid dap!"
"Now wait! Frisk is caught again!
III the harness stands all this, | shall
think-t at-the leather is must have
been tanned in Tewksbury. Well,
now you are all right again for another
yard. Start ahead! I'm going on to
investigate"
We go on "quitc comfortable like"
for few rods. trusiy Frisk having it
all his own way, till O sudden exclama-
ton OF establishment greets us from an
angle of about forty-iive degrees.
sis?" e'
driving? Nowhere! gaze up my
!ob 10 the morse. He seems to be do
ing splendidly-why?'
And it takes old Frisk and me full
good precious minute to comprehend
that we have taken the wrong path
!he one that leads directly to the wood
lot!
"Well, I declare! If you aren't a
smart pairl Never were on the
before in q your life, were
your"
"Yes wasl l came up here once,
believe, to hunt up the points of the
for a certain little lost brother
ot mine. That is, l believe it was
VINO came. It's so long ago, I've most
forgotten. AS for the horse-you
needn't poke fun at him. If he wasn't
80 near human, he might have known
Better than TO infer that the best trod-
len path is always easiest in the end.
Now, what can you offer us by way of
Improvement I'm going to get out
and try what virtue there is in sole
leather pretty quick. Folks should
Always walk when they have no time
" Tluc.
mo ma'am! We are going to fight
it out on this line, if it takes all sum
mer. Prospect ahead is rather encour
aging. There is nice wide path quite
near at hand-thanks to our good
friend, Mr.. A"
But the first thing to ba done is to
turn round, and that is no child's play,
here in this narrow path, and hard
crust. One OF us must turn the horse.
and the other the cutter, or we shall
have pretty general smash. up here in
his deep snow before we get right
about,
81 should think the snow was
leep.'
take charge of the vehicle, and be-
ween us we adorn the path in most |
elaborate manner, and leave 1t corru- |
rated with about the regularity of
op pie crust under the hands of an |
ambitious Gyear-old cook.
We drive ahead quite briskly for a
ew minutes, till, IA short distance |
head, distractions loom up as Tor
nidable as ever.
"Now, sir, I'm not going to get out
Or the saucy things, nor heni my
ead," rashly declares my fellow pill
rim.
So he grasps huge branch firmly,
$ it slides over the dashboard. He
Its it high above his head, and be-
old! we are enveloped in a sudden
valanche. AS soon as l can regulate
~ breathing apparatus, l look up to
nd myself alone on the seat again.
"Ha, ha! So you had to get out.
ftcr all, Mr.. Strongman?"
l look around for my escort, and
ugh outright. 1t seems that that
lasteriul pride of the forest took a
ncy to change load of ice for a load
boy, and without SO mucs as saying
by your leave" lifted him high over
e back of the seat, and hung him up
the air. Il is plain that fellow
asn't born to die by hanging, o. he
ever would have let such an oppor.
nifty pass.
This is what you call 'slay' ride,
bellevel' laughs he. as he comes
down from his high emf
nee.
"Well, how is it? Are you going to
lie in the sleigh the rest of the way,
are you going to--here take my
ittens. Your hands must be pretty
'arly frozen"
On We 60, stopping and hating,
licking and diving, as before. Sharp
tie slaps in the lace reward q mo- :
ent's carelessness, and paint gayer ,
lors in our cheeks than ever, till at Il
st our eventful ride comes to an end. \
lm much surprised that we are only n
'enty five minutes behind time. s
"Wonder how mother would like to y
We been along?" said l. "She a
>uldn't have been troubled with the s
rse's trottng too fast this morning." N